“It was only a small scalp wound,” Bob explained.
“We couldn’t get any other doctor,” added Ned.
“What! Couldn’t get any other doctor in New York?” cried the country practitioner. “You surprise me!”
“Oh, but it wasn’t in New York. It was not far from here, at a place called Brookville,” went on Jerry. “Dr. Wright, if he is the same one you mean, is stopping there on his vacation.”
“You can’t be mistaken in the man,” said Dr. Brown, and he quickly described him, for he had heard him lecture in college several times.
“That is he!” exclaimed Jerry. “He isn’t so far away as you thought, Dr. Brown.”
“No, but there is still the almost impossible task of getting him to come up here; to this lonely place, to perform an operation.”
“I think I can get him to come,” said Jerry, slowly. “I will explain matters to him, and tell him how necessary it is that the professor be saved—not only for the aid he may give my mother in her affairs, but for the sake of the world of science.”
“It is barely possible that the appeal to science may move him,” conceded Dr. Brown. “How are you going to get to Brookville? That is some distance away.”